Mari Kenilworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

Trip Ideas

Next, I wander over to Kenilworth Castle. I’ve lived here forever, but I still can’t get over how epic it is. I mean, it’s a castle! I’m standing there, imagining knights and princesses, when this group of tourists walks by. They’re all snapping pics, and one guy drops his phone. It bounces and lands right in a puddle. I can’t help but laugh. Like, bro, that’s karma for you.

City travel to Kenilworth Road this weekend